Fatima Fleming

“I love you, pretty girl.” “I love you, Drake Pierce,” she replied. Drake lifted her chin with his finger and planted the sweetest, most gentle kiss on her lips. “What?” he asked, reading the look on her face when she pulled away from him. She broadened her smile and stared up at him like she was etching his face into her memory. Drake Pierce was her life. In all the time she’d had to come up with one word that embodied what he was to her, it had finally come to her. He was simply life. “I’m”
― Jai Bree'nae, Love. Allure. Volume 2

“a man was only going to be the best version of himself for the woman he wanted. No man treated every woman the same, so there was no point in envying another woman’s relationship because if you got that man, there was a good chance that you wouldn’t get the same treatment that she got; not if she was the love of his life.”
― Jai Bree'nae, 3:AM